The brides fucked the pastor at their gay wedding [public] - Sex Stories

The brides fucked the pastor at their gay wedding [public]

... exchanged rings and were kissing one another. They looked wonderful, Nadia's tall, perfectly shaped body in a short, ruffled dress and Taz in a long, flowing wedding gown that could not be any more puffy. They kissed long and passionately, Taz' hand resting on the large bust of her, now, wife, the sight of which made me grin, but seemed to make the pastor a little uncomfortable. We cheered and applauded, and then they turned and kissed Chris as well, squeezing her between themselves and covering her face in kisses. I gave a signal, and us three bridesmaids charged forward and grabbed the newly weds, taking them by surprised as we dragged them each to a chair, sitting them down and binding their wrists behind their backs. The three of us bridesmaids then stepped in front of them. "We thought, before you enjoy your wedding night, you'll each need to go through a series of chores to earn your freedom again," I explained, grinning at my other two bridesmaids. "So each of us will give you a task." Chris stood a little aside, still baffled by the kisses and unsure of what she should do with us. I smiled at her and invited her over. "Please, be our guest," I said to her. "This is just for fun!" She smiled uneasily, but stepped up besides me and watched. First, it was my turn. "Well," I started. "Since we drank a lot yesterday and everything was hurried this morning, I thought you might need to relieve yourself, and so I've got just the thing for you." I pulled two empty bottles ...

... out of my pockets and put them on the floor in front of each bride, then helped them stand up. "You'll need to aim right, though," I said, pulling up Nadia's skirt and helping her open her pussy lips as her hands were still tied. The blonde, busty girl blushed, especially as she was watched by a stranger, and a pastor at that, but really couldn't hold it in any longer and drops of pee splattered down onto the floor. The dripping became a stream, and the stream became a sprinkle as she tried, in vain, to hit the narrow bottle opening, instead spraying it all over the place. Chris the pastor watched, uneasy but fascinated, as Nadia sank back onto the chair and I turned to her wife. Taziana had a better technique, turning around and bending forward across the chair as she pushed her butt out, Bibi rolling up her skirt until we were greeted by her bare buttocks, her darkly framed pussy lips already dripping underneath. She gushed immediately, shooting out a fountain of piss and managed to hit the bottle with it a couple of times, filling it up a little. When she was finished, Stefania went and picked up the bottles while I helped Taz to sit back down. I held them side by side for comparison. "Well, it seems Taz is in the lead," I said laughing and sipped on Taziana's bottle with a grin. I handed the bottles back to Stef who eyed me sideways, but then took a sip on them as well. Meanwhile, Bibi stepped up and opened a backpack she had brought with her. "I thought," she explained as ...